Friday, August 12, 2016

My days in our little white cottage

A luscious blend of white buds and fern leaves are woven together to create a cool splash, while mimosa blossom and purple tulips are uncovered.  Lush passion flower, beach wood and golden amber close this fragrance leaving you feeling warm and refreshed:  "Sungari"... that's my new favorite 'Eau De Parfum' lately.  


"On a wintry October night a mysterious letter was left at the base of the angel monument which overlooks the grave of Andrea Parkin, the only child of David and Mary Anne Parkin"...  And this the book I'm reading right now: "The Letter", from Richard Paul Evans, author of The Christmas Box.  


“I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.” (Richard Paul Evans)  I am enjoying reading this book thus far, and it is a pleasure whenever I find a book and like it from its beginning as my soul identifies with it, which, truth be told it's something that doesn't happen easily.  I've got to love a book from its very beginnings, or else I'd not read it.


The scent wafting these days from the little lamp that also warms and melts wax tarts and release fragranced scents into our little white cottage is 'white honeysuckle'.  I love candle warmer lamps.  I keep mine in a corner of my little white kitchen, and except when we're not home, leave it on night and day everyday.  I love the soft glow emanating from it that bathes the kitchen and hallway in soft hushes of light, particularly on those last hours of day and night.  I find it truly enchanting. 


There's a type of a blue-winged fairy-insect dweller of the pond that have me most intrigued with wonder and awe.  What are they... insect, fairy?  I have to ask myself.  For I've never seen such a lovelier creature of the summer days.  Dozen, if not more of these insects can be found hovering over the pond in a magical fluttering of blue-cobalt wings.  They seem to be particularly fond of waters; almost sweeping atop it, as if taunting the fishes, and I have observed too, how they seem to favor the large leaves of the Elephant Ears surrounding the pond, and how, on occasions, they would splatter water with flimsy blue wings on themselves, just as birds do when at the birdbaths. 

They are enchanting, lovely creatures that bring to mind wispy Tinkerbelles and winged Thumbelinas.  How fascinating it is to me to stand still on the bridge that crosses the pond and just be... just watch, and marvel and wonder.  Sometimes, when I sit under the umbrella these creatures would whoosh by in front of me almost teasingly, as if enticing me to follow them into the woods? Fairies.  They must be fairies in disguise.   


And there, in the pond, there also dwell a most interesting creature of all... a frog, a "wood frog" I discovered, whose call is much like the calls of geese's, or the bark of dogs.  Sometimes, the sound would bring to mind the cloaking of chicken, or a faraway dog who it really is too close.  The first time I heard that strange sound I could not put a name to it, or figure out from what animal's throat it was coming...  evenings, when the world slows down enough to listen to the falling dusk, the songs of the wood frog, along with the song of the other frogs, can transport you to another world.  


From up the hill across from our little white cottage comes the soft and throaty cooing sound of pigeons... I imagine they live and nest on somebody's roofs and eaves. But I cannot tell exactly where.  There's a place, before getting on the freeway, where I see them all the time, sometimes even in the middle of the road foraging for scraps. I love listening to their songs, and although I'm somewhat doubtful on whether I want them in my garden, I still do find their music coming from far away, as soothing and enthralling as it truly is.


I'm spending my mornings in the garden again. The downpours of the last few days have refreshed the earth, and temperatures have become somewhat mellow, or mellower, allowing me to venture out again.  I hear the woods singing its mysterious songs, and I hear and see shaggy green crowns of trees swaying high up with refreshing breezes, and I want to believe that somewhere among the privet I see Khal Drogo walking in the woods.  Beautiful, and daunting as Daenerys Targaryen's own dragons.

That's just how enchanting my little world is... but, is it really the place?  I sometimes have to wonder about that.  I once read that the real magic resides within ourselves, rather that on the outside...  I like how the poet puts it:


For some people, there is nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.  For others, magic is everywhere.  Which means that magic must have come from within us...

So there you have it... look around you and if you can't find anything magical, then look again... and again, until you find it! 

"Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live." Nora Roberts, Charmed.

Do tell me something magical... something about your garden, your cottage, your life.  I love to read those comments you leave for me that have to do with those simple occurrences transpiring in your life, seem through your own magical eyes, and soul...

Much love and blessings to you all!





16 comments:

  1. Such beautiful words, such beautiful images. . .I feel like I've been swept into your world when I visit your lovely blog, Cielo. If you can believe, it is a total sensory pleasure; I can even imagine the scents of your perfume and candles by your description. The book sounds most interesting, and I'll have to put it on my list. Have a wonderful day, and thank you for this little escape. I've so enjoyed it!

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    1. I loved reading your comment, and through your words, get an idea of what others may find in here... through me. Through my soul. And how wonderful that you wanted to express this and took your time to leave a comment and let me know. I get so many visitors here on a daily basis. They read, they drink from my fountains, they leave satisfied, yet seldom leave a 'thank you' note behind for me to read, and know...

      So, yeah, I'm so happy to have found yours. A pleasure having you here.


      Cielo

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  2. Cielo- this is lovely.
    You create beautiful images in your writing.

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    1. Thank you Laura... for being here. And finding the magic.

      Cielo

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    1. Always nice to find your 'thank you' notes hidden in the garden, for me to find ;)

      Thank you Rita!

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  4. Very nice Cielo. So magical I feel transported to your little world in your secret garden! Have you ever thought of having a bird feeder in your garden? I just love watching the birds that come to mine.

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    1. Yes, I have several feeders. After I read your message, I went outside and re-filled them. ;) How very lovely and dear are birds to me... I keep my feeders close to our dinning room, so we can watch them more closely. I particularly love the hummingbird feeders I keep by the large window, where we have our morning meals every day... what a treasure it is to see these amazing creatures from so close...

      Thank you for stopping by Delaine!

      Cielo

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  5. Oh how wonderfully lucky you are, to have bunches of Blue Dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis) dragonflies, at your little pond!!!! And the one you pictured, is a male btw. :-)

    I think it is lovely, for this to show, that there are male Faeries, as well as female. Why not? Why are Faeries always thought of, as being female???

    You see these beautiful drangonflies, in daylight.... One can only imagine how lovely they are, in the deep of night, in their Faerie-form........

    And oh yes, magic is in us. We chose to experience it. Or not... Anaïs Nin was correct, with her lovely quote. "We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are."

    Wishing you continuing magic, and the sharing of it here, with us...

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    1. Oh oh oh... "Blue Dasher dragonflies! How very enchanting the name alone is! And how happy it makes me to know their names... and oh yes, male fairies, female fairies, and blue and cobalt and saphire, how lovely these little creatures are to me... and I so love learning from my readers... what would I do without you! I always look forward to this... to comments that mean so much to me, that open my eyes and make me see... thank you, Ms. Luna Crone! Oh and I love that white kitty on your profile pic... he so remind me of Winter the white cat that use to roamed around here last winter....

      Take care, and thank you for this lovely message

      Cielo

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  6. Your home is filled with the magic that comes from you Cielo. You are one of those few souls that exists in both realms but I think you prefer the magical one. You write from your heart and what you share here is beautiful reflection of who you are.
    The most amazing magic comes from nature. Who can not say they have been awed by thunder and lightening, the feeling of the wind blowing your hair and whispering to you. The calming power of water by way of the ocean, a small stream or the sound of a fountain on a summers day. The earth that provides the beauty of the flowers and trees or the food we eat. To watch something grow from a seed is true magic.
    Yes magic is where we find it, all we have to do is look around us.

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    1. Magical words. Wise words. Words that knows my soul... I so appreciate you, Sherry. I can only say thank YOU for always wanting to walk my gardens with me...

      A big hug... and blessings from above to you, kindred-sister!

      Cielo

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    2. belated Anniversary wishes to the gypsy and the fisherman. The magic of your love is a great gift.

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    3. Ohhh, how very sweet... love love. Thank you friend!

      Cielo

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  7. Thank you Cielo, and to all the readers who take the time to tell you with their beautiful, lyrical and magical words, how calming and reassuring every visit to your blog makes us. Your love and awe of nature, the strength of your Gypsy soul, all seep like honey into my heart. I love to see the magic in the cloudy sky...white whisps or white cotton, dark grey or pinkish with sunset hues...I am enthralled with the images that I see -- flying dragons, barking dogs, scrowling giant faces, laughing giant toothless faces...do you ever look at a cloud with someone else and point and say, See!! It's a castle..and they do not see it. Perhaps they do not have the magic, or perhaps the cloud has morphed too quickly into it's next image and the castle has turned into...a french poodle!!

    Please accept my thank you because, yes, I always drink from your fountain to quench my thirst for magic, but I do not comment. (love that phrasing!) Thank you for sharing your life with us.

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    1. Ahhh, lovely description, and dreamy imagery... I'm by you watching those cotton-pink clouds surfing the sunset sky. By you observing how the sky turns to a light, dusky purple, and litters the night with tiny silver lights... a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples... Nature is indeed amazing, doesn't it... We are indeed, a magical race!

      Thank you for making me dream with your words.

      Cielo

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